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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the average male human reader turning into a fantasy elf complete with a tunic, a cape, medieval-styled pants neatly tucked underneath the long boots, leather gloves, pointy elven ears, thin and lean yet athletic body, handsome and ethereal-looking face, no facial hair on the lower half of his face (he keeps his eyelashes and eyebrows however, which are blonde like his head head now), pale skin, beautiful blue irises in his eyes, and long blonde hair (not a Christmas elf, fantasy elf) complete with age change, supernatural powers gain (including but not limited to being immortal and forever youthful), voice change (to fit with his new elven bloodline), language shift (changing from English to an elven language, yet the reader now completely understood this new language whilst no longer remembering English), reality change (the reader's real world warping and becoming the fantasy medieval world filled with mythical creatures such as elves, goblins (the elves' arch nemesis), dragons, and many more), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories replaced with an elf's personality and memories, despite his best efforts on fighting off the new memories and personality, making him completely forget about being a mortal human and only remember being an elf). The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. The story is that the reader was visiting a museum containing very old books and other historical artifacts, where the reader finds a book that is all about medieval fantasy creatures, he then opens the book, causing the blinding light to engulf him and thus caused the whole transformation to occur. During the mental changes, the reader is truly terrified/horrified about losing his own memories and personality as a human (as well as completely forgetting his previous language, with English instantly changing to an elven language during mid-sentence), so he tries to fight against the new memories and personality (even screaming for help from his family/friends, crying out in tears, as well as attempting to shake his head as an attempt to get rid of the emerging/invading elven memories/personality), but his mental fight is in vain, making him completely forget his mortal and mundane human life and he only remembers being a medieval-era elf (complete with a new name fitting for an elf, rather than an old human name he once remembered having), having remembered his archery training, war with goblins, marriage to an elven woman, and himself being an elf. To aid in the now-elven reader's transforming mind, an adult female elf from a nearby elven village (who caused the book to transport the reader into a medieval world and transformed into an elf himself) comes up to the reader and comforts him with a gentle hug, softly holding the transforming reader's hands, an affectionate true love's kiss, quietly singing an elven lullaby to the reader, and telling him that his human life was just a dream (not real) and telling him to remember who he really is (an elf), also speaking in elven language, making the reader realize that the elf woman comforting him is his caring, understanding, and loving wife (whom the elf reader truly loves, cares, and understands, having always known her), and the reader is genuinely happy to know that his previous human life was actually only a dream (he is completely unaware of ever being a mortal/human nor the transformation that had happened) and is happy that his life as an elf (he enjoys being with his elf wife, whom he married centuries ago) is his only true life. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking. Not only that, but there should be quotes in elven language (as well as the translations for those who don't know what those elven words mean), even the reader's language shift during his panic. Also, it is a POV reader story, so it should not be in an author's point of view (my, I, mine, etc), and it should be from the point of view of the reader (you, your, etc).
With anticipation, you push open the heavy wooden door of the museum. Its corridors are lined with antiquities from epochs forgotten. Among the gleaming artifacts, an ancient book catches your eye. It holds a mysterious allure, an old cover that encapsulates legends of glorious heroes and mythical creatures – creatures you’ve only ever encountered in childhood fantasies. Engrossed, you open the book, a blinding light surges from the pages, engulfing your world. Suddenly, the room starts to warp and twist, reality itself bending as the walls around you dissolve into a verdant, timeless forest. Your body begins to alter. Your rounded ears taper sharply towards their ends, almost piercing the air. Muscles change their bulging form to a wiry strength as you transform into a figure of ethereal grace. You look down and instead of casual clothing, you find yourself clad in a green tunic, a cape flowing from your shoulders. Medieval-styled pants are tucked into high, sturdy boots, gloved hands, leather kissing your skin warmly instead of the cold office metal you were used to. Your eyes, once an average brown, now house the breathtaking expanse of a clear blue sky. Your reflection in a nearby brook reveals an altered visage. You are no longer the average human; you are an elf made flesh and bone. Long blonde hair cascades down your back and you recognize a distinct lack of facial hair. Despite the change, your eyebrows and lashes remain flattering your stunning new irises. Your skin has become an enviable pale, the sun bounces off it, making it glimmer with an otherworldly light. An unfamiliar language dances on your tongue, your previous comprehension of English replaced by this new, mellifluous language. Just as your reflection ripples with a sudden breeze, your mind shifts. Memories flood in, the familiar echo of your past life growing fainter within the depths of your mind. They are replaced by a millennia of elven existence. You can feel the centuries settling within, the weightlessness of immortality making your heart flutter. New memories begin to emerge, memories of archery training, the thrill of battle with goblins, the love for another woman—an elven woman. Your mind struggles to keep up, the unwanted invasion causing you distress. In a panic, you call out a plea, “Thindarel! Thindarel!” (Help! Help!) Your voice rings through the air, no longer earthy but airy and melodious. As the last shred of humanity clings desperately, you find yourself caught in a mental battle. You try to sever your ties with this newly bestowed existence but it’s as if an ancient force is erasing the human you once were. Out of nowhere, a comforting presence approaches. The elven woman—your wife. She takes your hand, reassuring you with her touch, embracing you and whispering in your ears, “Melin sa'amin, ere'asea. Thare naa ola san'.” (I love you, my dear. This is your true self.) Her voice soothes you, her words hold no lie. You’re torn, but what little fight you could muster fades soon enough. With a soft kiss, she sings an elvish lullaby, cradling your thoughts, guiding them through the existential storm. Her comforting presence makes it easier. The storm subsides. Before you know it, you’re settling into the new reality, unlocking the vibrant memories of an elven life you actually lead. The feeling of losing your human memory grows less scary, less of a loss. Your frantic heartbeat slows down, body relaxing into her embrace. You couldn’t stop the flood of change in your course, your reality was no longer that of a human, but an elf. In the wake of now tranquil pools of remembrance, you accept the new life, your new love. With a heartfelt sigh, you reveal, “Lye amin saesa, min'naura. Na i'est lin. Onta a' me. Tanya i' yulma lin.” (You are my life, my love. To be with you. This is my dream. That is your song.) The woman, your wife, smiles a sweet, relieved smile. Hand in hand, you walk away from the banks of the shifting brook, arms wrapping around each other, stepping into a newfound eternity together. You aren't the average human anymore but a mythical elf leading a fantastical life and love born from the pages of an ancient book.
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